A case had taken you to Connecticut at the Pierpont Inn, a creepy old mansion that was now a failing hotel. The place gave Dean the creeps. It was musty and there were cold spots everywhere, signs of hoodoo, signs of rats. God, he did not like rats.

"I think we should get a tent and sleep in the woods in the backyard."

He grumbles as you walk into your frilly antique room and Sam walks to his across the hall.

"Oh, it's only a couple nights, baby."

You laugh, dropping your stuff off and hopping into bed, which immediately sends a pile of dust into the air. You cough, starting to sneeze as you see Dean looking at you with a smirk.

"It's only a couple nights, baby."

He teases back, lifting you off the bed and holding you on his hip.

"Don't worry about the bed. I'll get someone to clean it. Can't have my girl sneezing up a storm."

Dean rolls his eyes, patting your thigh and letting you down.

"One thing's for sure; we ain't eatin' dinner here. Better go back into town."